Wet Carpet magazine

[steve25805 121,109]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Alan and I love reading about the girls in this magazine, pissing all over the place.

Well yesterday something incredible happened.

I was standing naked in my kitchen with my dick in hand, spraying my piss all over the kitchen floor. I like doing that sometimes and it's easy to mop up afterwards. But this time I'd barely started when there was a knock on my front door which leads right into my kitchen. Whoever was out there must have been able to hear me pissing, but I was very full-bladdered and just couldn't stop. And still worse, next moment there was a key in the latch unlocking the door. It was obviously my landlady letting herself in with her own key!

Under normal circumstances I actually like seeing my landlady - about 15 years older than me in her early 40s, but a still very attractive, busty blonde, lady. But right now I was staring down the barrel of acute embarrassment as the door began to open, with my piss still loudly splashing down on the kitchen floor tiles and unable to stop.

And then she was standing there, mouth agape looking somewhat aghast at my naked body, and the sight of my dick pissing on the floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, almost chuckling after her initial shock. I couldn't really say anything as I struggled to try and stop the flow. She gazed with a smile at my pissing dick until finally I managed to stop pissing. She then looked at me with a grin as she said, "I hope you're going to clean all that up." She giggled at this, which just added to my embarrassment, but I was also rather confused. I didn't get why she seemed more amused than angry. Turned out she was kind of turned on by it, cos she encouraged me to continue. "Don't stop peeing on my account. You may as well finish now you've started."

So I did, finishing my long piss all over the kitchen floor as the landlady watched, grinning at my pissing dick.

Then it got really interesting. Because she suddenly lifted the front of her dress and pulled her knickers aside with her legs slightly apart as she laughed, "You can clean this up as well."

And the next thing I knew, my landlady was stood there, pissing all over my kitchen floor right in front of me, occasionally looking at my stunned expression with a grin. And hearing her hissing piss and the sound of it loudly splashing down onto the floor, and watching her yellow waterfall, was just about the sexiest thing I have ever seen and heard. She peed for ages too. totally flooding the kitchen floor.

When she finally finished, she released her knickers and let her dress fall back into place, briefly glancing at the mess on the floor with a grin, before saying, "Right, just to let you know...." And she matter of factly told me what she'd come to tell me, basically some mundane shit about having the communal hallway redecorated. But I wasn't really listening, to be honest. Seeing the piss all over the floor and with the image of her pissing there seared onto my mind, it was difficult to think of much else to be honest.

When she left, knocking one out was a very urgent priority, lol.

Alan

[wetwulf 3,183]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I recently read a story where the girl was fantasizing about a yoga class where everyone was free to wet themselves as they stretched. I immediately got excited because I happen to know that yoga classes like that really exist. I should know because I teach one. In fact, I was amazed by how similar her fantasy was to what happened to me.

It actually started as a three-day nude yoga retreat in the wilderness, strictly for women. I was only able to get permission from my sponsors to do nude yoga if it was for girls only. We only accepted 20 girls at a time. Participants also had to be 18 or older. They registered online, gave proof of identification, and then scheduled for one of the sessions. There was a whole disclaimer almost a page long reminding them that all participants would be naked, that it was an adult class, no men allowed, etc. The sessions were held on the private property of one of the sponsors, a deeply forested area miles outside of town. To deepen the privacy even more, participants parked in an open field near the lodge, checked in at the registration table, dropped their belongings in their assigned room, and then had to hike a three mile marked trail until they came to another open field on the other side of the small mountain.

I honestly didn't know what to expect on the first day. Once all of the registered participants arrived, I introduced myself. "Hello. My name is Callie." I paused and a few of the women greeted me. "Some of you might be feeling the rush freedom that comes with being in nature. Or maybe not. Maybe you're nervous." After saying this, I removed my shoes and socks. "Maybe this is a new experience for you and you don't feel free. You feel tense." I took off my shirt. "Accept those feelings as normal. This is a new experience, for all of us." I reached back, unsnapped my bra, and slipped it off. "We're all strangers and you're in a strange place." I unfastened my pants, casually slipped them down my legs, and kicked them off. "But look around you." I gestured to the trees and the sky. "You are surrounded by beauty. Nature is beautiful. The natural state of your body is beautiful." I finally slipped my panties down and also kicked them off, finally standing completely nude in front of my students. They were all looking at me, most of them smiling, a few just staring. "You are beautiful," I told them. "Now prove it."

Some slowly and others eagerly, my students began to remove their clothes. I was surprised to see more than a couple of them weren't wearing panties and one girl wasn't wearing a bra. After little more than thirty seconds they were all standing naked in front of me, peering at me again with eager or nervous curiosity. "How you feel right now? That vulnerability out here in nature, that's the kind of vulnerability that can either shatter or strengthen the human spirit. Most people beg for some sort of cover or protection. Exposure frightens them. But here we will accept that fear and then overcome it."

One of the girls raised her hand. I smiled at her. "Yes?"

"Is there a restroom nearby?" There were some chuckles from other girls.

"Yes," I said, "but it's back at the lodge." The girl bit her lip and sighed.

"I'll just hold it. How long is this session?" she asked.

"This takes about an hour. But then we're having lunch brought to us here, and then we begin session two. We won't be going back to the lodge until after the second session."

"I think I can wait that long," she said. "Sorry. Please continue."

After reviewing some rules about respecting others, keeping the energy in the group positive, I started the session, easing the girls into some simple poses. Then I complicated it a bit with some combination sequences. There were a few girls who looked up and watched me carefully as I demonstrated each move. Others seemed to just hear the command and then ease into it without struggle.

Thirty minutes into the session I brought the class to mountain pose. I had noticed that the girl who raised her hand earlier seemed to be very tense. I made eye contact with her and smiled. "What is your name?" I asked.

"Danielle."

"Danielle, you seem like you're struggling to relax."

"I'm sorry," she said. "But I really have to pee. I thought I could wait, but I drank a lot of water before we started."

"It's okay," I said. "If you have to go, then go."

"But... I'll miss the rest of the session if I walk all the way back down to the lodge. I'd have to get dressed, and--."

"Danielle," I said, "we're in the middle of the woods. You don't have to walk back to the lodge if you don't want to."

"Oh," she said, laughing. "You mean just go." I nodded. "Thank God, because I don't think I would make it back to the lodge anyway."

"We'll wait for you," I said.

As if we couldn't help ourselves, we all watched as Danielle stepped off to the edge of the open field and squatted. Just seconds later, a strong stream of pee squirted out of her and splashed into the grass. She moaned, showing her relief. "Ohh, that's so much better. Thank you. Ahhhh." Her stream went on for at least a minute. Then, as if nothing happened, she stepped back into the group and stood back into mountain pose.

"Welcome back," I said. The girls laughed. "Let that be a demonstration for the rest of you. It is healthy to be hydrated. But, of course what goes in must come out. If you feel you need to pee, then enjoy the freedom you have here to just go. Understand?" The girls nodded and we continued our session.

An ATV arrived, towing a trailer with our lunch on the back. I noticed a few of the girls stepping to the edge of the field to relieve themselves. I needed to pee, as well, but rather than join my students I sat down in an area of soft leaves, enjoying the cool feel of the ground on my bottom. Smiling, I kept my legs together, bent my knees a little and let go. I sighed as my warm pee trickled against my inner thighs and legs and dribbled onto the ground under me. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed. If they had, they didn't seem to mind or care.

After lunch, we started the second session. Most of these poses were seated poses. The girls all had mats, but a few chose to sit on the ground. About twenty minutes in, as we were stretching into a reclining spinal twist, I heard someone say, "Ooops." I looked and saw that one of the girls in the front seemed to have dribbled a little bit of pee. There was a tiny puddle on her mat just between her legs. "Ah, what the hell," she said. She sighed and a steady flow of pee splashed out and drummed loudly onto her yoga mat. I didn't know what else to do but continue with the session. I could still hear her pee hissing out and splashing onto her mat as we lifted our knees and extended the stretch to the other side.

Near the end of the session, I took the group into corpse pose, which is a common way to end a good yoga session. After having everyone tense their muscles, and then relax, I gave the usual speech about letting go of all thought, all stress, all tension. I closed my eyes and also tried to relax. A few minutes into relaxing, I could hear a soft hissing and I knew that someone else was relieving themselves. I couldn't believe that it took one student to break the walls of shyness and reserve. I sighed and just enjoyed the warm feeling of my pee as it sprayed out of me and splashed against my inner thighs again, dribbling as it pooled on my mat between my legs.

When the session ended, we all got dressed and took the hike back to the lodge. On the way, a few of the girls had to step off the trail and squat. One of the girls not wearing panties was able to just stretch the crotch of her shorts to the side and spray the ground with a clean stream of pee.

Needless to say, I was a little excited when I got back to my cabin. I needed a shower, and after turning on the warm water I just stood there and let my pee go again, spraying my legs and feet. I reached down and touched myself. After just a few careful strokes I screamed and climaxed, letting wave after wave sweep over me.

I slept good that night.

Maybe some day I could tell you about the other two days of the retreat. Until then...

Callie

[steve25805 121,109]

Dear Wet Carpet

A few days before Christmas I was out with several of my friends drinking lagers and shorts as a prelude to heading for the cinema. We were not going to watch some romance or anything girly like that though, but an action thriller of the kind more usually associated with guys. We kind of enjoy fast paced action films after a few drinks.

Anyway, very tipsy by the time we arrived at the cinema, we took seats near the back. Perhaps I should say at this point that there were four of us - Stacy, Clare, Charmaine and myself. My name is Michelle, by the way. And we can become a rather wild bunch after a few drinks. We were enjoying the film immensely, but about halfway through, the drinks were catching up with us and we badly needed to pee. But none of us wanted to miss any of the film by going all the way out to the ladies'.

I suppose the following idea was inevitable - we were all pondering it I think - but it just needed someone to verbalise it. Cue Stacy, who pointed to the carpeted floor in front of our seats and said, "Let's just piss here!"

We all laughed at that. Charmaine said, "We can't do that!" But she laughed at the notion anyway.

I responded with, "Why not? It's not our carpet and it's a lot fucking easier."

"Besides", added Stacy, "there's an entire magazine online called Wet Carpet which is full of true confessions from women who piss on carpets and beds and shit just for fun! So some people even get a kick out of it!" (Incidentally, that's how I first heard about this magazine).

Clare grinned broadly, "Yeah, let's do it, then. It'll be a laugh"

And so the four of us lowered our jeans and panties - we were all casually dressed - and crouched down into squatting positions in front of our seats. And then, grinning at each other, we all started pissing, the hissing and splashing sound quite audible it seemed, even over the film. And we peed for ages, flooding the carpet. And to be honest I got a buzz out of doing it and I think they did too.

Towards the end of the film we needed to pee again. Of course, we could easily have waited until the credits rolled and then gone to the ladies' on the way out, but Stacy suggested something much wilder. She suggested that we all just piss on the seats! And we did! Jeans around our knees, each of us were soon squatting upon our seats and pissing, utterly soaking the seat fabric. And it was exhileratingly erotic.

We walked out of the cinema leaving the mess we'd made behind, laughing at what we'd done. That's when I made the decision to seek out this Wet Carpet magazine, and possibly write an account of our "adventure" here. I told Charmaine, Clare and Stacy of my intentions. I look forward to hearing their feedback, lol.

Michelle

[daemoniak 586]

Oh, now that's a nice Christmas present under my tree! Thanks Steve!

[wetwulf 3,183]

Dear Wet Carpet,

They warned me, but I didn't listen.

This was the first year some friends and I got to travel to New York City to watch the ball drop in Times Square. We arrived early, around 2:00 in the afternoon. At that point, all of the restaurants and shops were open so if any of us had to pee, some of the group would hold our spot as the rest found a bathroom.

Once the crowds started gathering, though, it got to be harder and harder to shuffle through hundreds, then thousands of people to get to the nearest bathroom. It was me, my friend Sadie, her sister Kara, and Kara's best friend Denise. Expecting to find some parties after the ball dropped, we were all wearing tight and short dresses that hugged our curvy bodies. But because it was also very cold, we wore tights under our dresses to keep our legs warm and big coats that unfortunately kept any guys from admiring our otherwise skimpy attire.

As the crowd began to really pack around us, about 10:00, Kara put her legs together and groaned.

"I have to pee, you guys. Who's going with me?"

"I'm not fighting that crowd," Sadie said. I shook my head.

"Staying right here," Denise said.

"Oh, come on, you guys. I don't want to walk through all of that by myself. And I really have to go. I've been holding it for a while anyway."

"If you're going to the bathroom, you're on your own," Sadie said.

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Just pee right here?"

"That's up to you. You can walk to the bathroom if you want. I'm just saying none of us want to go with you."

"Oh my god, you guys suck," Kara grumbled. "Oooh, I really have to pee."

"Well, pee then," Denise said. We all looked at her, our eyes wide with surprise. "What? The ground is wet from people spilling drinks, you're wearing black tights. Who's gonna know but us? And it's not like no one had ever peed themselves in Times Square on New Year's Eve before."

My jaw dropped at the logic of Denise's argument. Kara grabbed her crotch and groaned again.

"I guess I could just... Ah, screw it. I already peed a little anyway. I'm sorry girls." We watched as Kara straightened up and took her hands away from her crotch. A few seconds later and we could see a few drips falling from the bottom of her tights and trickling to the ground at her feet. It only lasted about thirty seconds, but she sighed when she finished. "Ohh, that's much better."

As it got later, we were standing almost shoulder to shoulder because the crowd had become unbearable. I started to feel my own urge to pee getting stronger. I knew I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without losing my spot. The crowd was so loud that only the nearby music could be heard over it. Sadie said something to me, but I could barely hear her. When I asked what she had said, she pointed discretely at her crotch and I saw a glistening and growing wet spot between her legs. I gasped and Sadie just shrugged.

Five minutes to midnight and I thought my bladder was going to explode. I was wincing and biting my lip. I really didn't want to have an accident in front of thousands of people, but my options were slim to none and I was sure my bladder would decide for me soon anyway.

Three minutes and the screaming of the crowd around us was deafening. The screaming in my bladder was painful, too, as I squeezed my legs together to keep from leaking. I felt a tiny spurt as the clock counted down to just under two minutes, but I managed to control it.

As I continued to hold, I saw a girl in front of us lift her hands in disbelief as the crotch of her jeans darkened and a few of her friends pointed and laughed. One of the laughing friends said, "Oh, oh, now I've got to pee," and a trickle of urine started from under her skirt and flowed down her legs.

As the clock started counting down from thirty, I couldn't take it anymore. I finally sighed and relaxed, joining in the countdown as a flow of pee sprayed out of me and warmed my crotch. It wasn't unpleasant as it swirled around in my panties for a few seconds before trickling down the legs of my tights and running in rivulets to my ankles. I knew I was leaving a wet spot at my feet, but I didn't care as I delighted in the warm sensation between my legs and counted down, ready to ring in the New Year.

Mindy

[steve25805 121,109]

Nice story, WetWulf.

Loved the topical New Year's theme which made it so believable. :thumbsup:

[steve25805 121,109]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Fiona. I am a fairly attractive blonde girl in my mid-30s with a very unattractive job. You see, I work as a prison officer in a male remand prison, where prisoners charged with usually serious offences are remanded into custody whilst awaiting trial. I say usually, because there is an exception at the moment, which I regard as a gross injustice.

You see, I currently work on the sex offenders's wing. Most there are accused of some pretty awful shit, so the less said about them the better.

But there is one guy - I'll just call him Mike - who shouldn't fucking be there. All he did was book into a hotel in a false name with his girlfriend and these two girls whom they'd hired. And they basically shot a porn film there during which no actual sex took place. They just plied the girls with drinks and filmed them pissing all over the place - on the carpets, on the bed, in the cupboards and drawers, against the walls, against the curtains. They were planning on selling video clips online to the kind of enthusiasts who like reading this magazine, lol.

Unfortunately, they didn't get out of the hotel early enough. Their room, vandalised with piss everywhere, was discovered before they'd left the premises and they were apprehended by hotel security, and the police were called. The incriminating video evidence was found in their possession. Anyway, you'd expect maybe a criminal damage charge with a hefty fine for that. Unfortunately, it was an expensive hotel owned by the son of some lord with influential connections high up in politics, the judiciary, and the police. So they threw the book at them and decided to prosecute on the grounds of obscenity. And because Mike is a foreign national - he comes from New Zealand - the prosecution made out that there was a flight risk and the judge refused bail. He was remanded in custody to my prison. Furthermore, the nature of the offence is such that he has been branded a sex offender so is now locked up on the same wing as paedos and rapists. At least we have made sure he has his own cell.

But this is outrageous. What should have been a simple prosecution and conviction for criminal damage, resulting in a heavy fine, ended up with some harmless guy being locked up with real sex offenders. Since I have been known to piss on hotel carpets myself before, I kind of feel the injustice on almost a personal level. I mean, though I've never done it in front of a camera, I've often enjoyed pulling aside the cupboard in my hotel room and squatting and pissing on the carpet there before covering it back up. My husband loves watching me do that. We are both fans of this magazine. When I've had a few drinks I've even been less cautious, just pissing anywhere on the carpet and not bothering to hide it. Once I persuaded hubby to piss against the wall beside the bed just so that I could watch him do it, lol. We've never been caught, though.

Does any of this make me a sex offender on a par with rapists and paedos? I think not! So why is Mike in my prison?

Anyway, I got chatting to him, and slowly but surely admitted to an interest in doing the kind of stuff he'd filmed those two girls doing, and that I read this magazine, which he and his girlfriend read too. That's where they got the idea for that vid. They realised there was a niche interest out there to be filled. Of course, I made plain that if he mentioned a word about this to anyone else I'd just deny it.

He told me that in their private lives his girlfriend likes to piss on the kitchen floor and stuff like that. I admitted that I'd done that for my hubby too, and we both laughed when I told him about the time my husband persuaded me to stand astride the toilet with it's lid closed, and piss there anyway. Most of it ended up all over the floor, of course.

Anyway, I ended up agreeing to do something for Mike - piss all over the floor of his prison cell whilst he watched. I'd brought him in a large roll of tissue paper so he could clean it up afterwards. Well, today I actually did it! Most unprofessional of me, lol. I hadn't been to the loo all day, intending to make quite a mess for him to clean up. Eventually, when the right moment came I was in his prison cell with him, pulling down my warder's black trousers and white knickers as I lowered myself into a squat. And then I just started pissing all over the floor right in front of him, the hissing and splashing sounding loud in that confined space. By the time I'd finished there was a massive yellow puddle covering most of the floor space.

I grinned at him as I stood, pulling my trousers back up. "Have fun cleaning that up." I laughed at my own comment.

But before I had the chance to leave, he had his dick out and was pissing on the floor himself as I watched. When he finished I just chuckled, "Nice". Then I walked out with a big grin on my face which I rapidly hid in case a colleague saw me and asked questions.

Been wondering ever since. Would Mike let me piss on his bed? I'd love to do that, but it would involve him sleeping in my piss. Some guys would be into that, though. Lol.

Fiona

[wetwulf 3,183]

Nice addition, Steve. And Fiona wouldn't be the only one to benefit from Mike allowing her to piss on his bed. Would love to read about that.

[nopjans 1,142]

Dear Wet Carpet,

My girlfriend Joanna is the most amazing person I've ever met. She's beautiful of course, a statuesque 5'8", light brown hair, and big perky tits. I mean, she's supermodel gorgeous. Beyond her looks, she's funny, smart, and caring. She even volunteers at the city's adult literacy program. After 5 months of dating, I thought I knew her pretty well, but something surprising happened recently.

Her friends, Mark and Julia, went on vacation and asked her to keep an eye on their house while they were out of town. Even though it's in the suburbs, it's a pretty sweet house with a big yard and a swimming pool. Joanna agreed to swing by once a day to check for packages, water the plants, turn the lights on and off, or if she preferred, stay at the house while Mark and Julia were out of town. Joanna told me she wouldn't mind staying out there for the week, so she could get a break from her roommate, and get a little alone time with me. It sounded like a great arrangement to me!

The first night, we took full advantage of the situation. Joanna cooked a nice dinner, we fooled around for awhile, had some drinks and ended up skinny dipping in the pool. After a quick swim, we moved over to the hot tub.

After a few minutes soaking in the hot, steamy water, Joanna stood up and announced she had to pee. I expected she'd simply use one of the bathrooms in the house. Why would I expect anything different? That's what most people would do, after all. Instead, she perched her bodt on the thin wall separating the hot tub and the swimming pool. Her lower legs still dangled down into the warm spa, but her ass and pussy hovered about a foot over the surface of the water in the pool.

I heard a slight tinkle as she relaxed, and a wave of relief passed over her face. As the sound grew louder and harder, I looked over the edge of the wall, and saw a narrow, focused stream of pee from between her legs ripping the surface of the water. I looked back at Joanna with surprise. Her smile was a mixture of joy and relief, but I also saw an undercurrent of wickedness in her expression I had never observed before. I looked back over the wall, captivated by the sound and the visual. Bubbles skittered off from the point of impact and rode a current toward the center of the pool.

Then I considered the totality of what I was seeing. Joanna, my sweet, kind, considerate Joanna, was brazenly pissing into someone else's swimming pool, in perhaps the most provocative way possible. If she had peed in the hot tub without saying anything, I would have never been the wiser. If she had just jumped into the pool, and kept her pussy beneath the surface, she could have peed without arousing any suspicions from me. I was bewildered, but, I admit, totally turned on.

The deluge of pee slapping the water tapered off. After a moment of silence, I heard two short, sharp pulses of pee rip into the pool. When she was done, Joanna slipped back into the hot tub.

"Ah... much better," she announced, quite pleased with herself.

"What the fuck? What was that about?"

"I didn't want to go all the way back inside to pee"

"You were in the hot tub. You could have peed without getting up and I'd never have known."

"I was just thinking about you. I thought it would be rude to pee in the hot tub with you in it," she said in a way that mixed her usual earnest sincerity with sarcasm. "Using the bathroom to pee. That's so boring!" she scoffed. Then she looked at me, and her expression turned serious. "This was sort of a test. I haven't told you before now, but I get a thrill from peeing outside, and I really like peeing into water. I wasn't sure how you'd react." She grabbed my rock-hard cock and whispered, "but I can see that you like it."

I was stunned. The sweet, community-minded girl I thought I knew had this wild, barbarian side lurking beneath the surface. And she was right. I liked it.

We fucked like wild animals right there in the hot tub. I'm surprised no one called the cops to make a noise complaint!

When we were done, I told her I had to pee now too.

"Where are you going to go?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Inside, in the bathroom, I guess."

"No. Not there," she insisted. "Follow me." We walked to a sliding glass door on the back side of the house, which looked into the living room. "I've sometimes wished I could aim my pee wherever I wanted it to go," she confided. "So I want you to pee right here, and I want to hold your cock while you do. Will you do that for me?"

I didn't have to think about her request long. I pulled her hand to my cock, but I needed to to take a few deep breathes to relax before I could start peeing. When the piss finally started flowing, she aimed my cock at the door handle, coating it in piss. Next, she directed my pee to draw a "Z" on the glass door, like Zorro, then moved my cock around randomly, sending the stream up, down, back and forth, all while giggling like a maniac! As the power behind the stream started to ebb, she aimed down at the doormat and drew serpentine lines with the liquid before pointing at the door handle again. When I was spent, the glass door of the house was a pee-soaked mess!

After all this, my cock was rock hard. She squat down, and put my dick in her mouth. As she sucked me off, she deliberately pissed onto the doormat herself, leaving a foamy puddle on its surface which was slowly absorbed by the fibrous material. My whole body shuddered as I came.

The rest of the week, she made sure to relieve herself in the backyard as much as possible. I don't think she used a toilet more than a handful of times the entire time we were there. Usually, she'd just squat at the edge the pool, move her panties aside, and let it fly into the water. I joined her, sometimes peeing into the pool too, but other times letting her tell me where she wanted me to pee, and letting her direct the stream.

Since we needed to water the garden, she made sure to that I helped her do so. She urinated into their herb garden several times, and then would aim my pissing cock at any plants she felt didn't receive sufficient moisture.

When Mark and Julia returned home, Joanna greeted them warmly, turning on the charm and megawatt smile that first drew me to her. They seemed like a delightful couple, and they thanked us profusely for watching the house. If I hadn't seen it, I'd never believe the affable girl I was looking at and the fierce amazonian princess who'd spent the last week fiercely treating their pool and backyard as her private toilet were the same person!

[wetwulf 3,183]

Great story @nopjans. I'm certain that experience opened a new world for the narrator and Joanna. I love that Joanna just pissed on the doormat while she sucked him off. Well done, and I look forward to your next great story.

[steve25805 121,109]

Great story, @nopjans . I'd like to hear more from Joanna. :thumbsup::thumbsup::thumbsup:

[d19841 361]

I really love all all stories in this thread. However, some don't always seem to involve carpets. It would be great if each story involved one good female carpet violation! Thanks for everyone's great contributions

[steve25805 121,109]

Dear Wet Carpet

I've been dating this awesome girl named Clare for about eight months now. She is a gorgeous blonde in her mid-20s, and a fucking kinky, dirty bitch, lol.

We'd been dating a couple of months with only the occasional hint or joky remark. But then one night back at her place after a night at the pub we got talking, and wow! Turned out we were both subscribers to Wet Carpet magazine. I loved the idea of girls just peeing anywhere, and she got off on it too. She showed me some of her favourite porn sites. And it even turned out that we were both members of the same pee fetish forum. We'd been dating for two months - and occasionally mentioning that fact on the forum - without ever recognising each other there, lol.

Well, when Clare needed to pee, she ended up asking me if I wanted to watch. Well is the Pope a Catholic? So of course I was up for that. I'd never seen her pee before. Anyway, she took her jeans and panties off right there in the living room - to give me a better view, she said - then strode through the kitchen towards her bathroom, butt naked from the waist down, with me following and admiring her gorgeous ass. Reaching the toilet she turned around - and stood astride it rather than sitting - and just started pissing. Her aim wasn't perfect, because some of it splashed onto the seat. When I pointed this out to her she just grinned and said, "Yeah I know." She laughed and just carried on.

Afterwards she insisted I take my dick out, and she stood there watching as I pissed in her toilet.

Well, after that, Clare taking her jeans and panties off and letting me watch her piss was a frequent occurrence, especially after a few drinks. Invariably, she'd stand astride the toilet peeing - when she used the toilet. Sometimes she'd just pee in the sink or in the shower, or squat over some glass she'd placed on the floor before pissing in it. When she stood astride the toilet, her aim was sometimes less accurate than it might have been, especially after a few drinks. On one occasion she was just laughing as more of her piss splashed on the seat than went into the bowl. I pointed out that some of it was splashing onto the carpeted floor. She responded with something like, "Oh yeah. I'm not bothered." And just to prove the point, she shuffled forward and deliberately peed on the carpet in front of the toilet for several seconds before stepping back and aiming into the toilet again. She thought that was funny.

On another occasion she stood astride the toilet but just a little too far forward. I rather suspect that she did it on purpose. Anyway, when she started pissing she missed the toilet completely and was just pissing on the carpet right in front of it. She looked at me and laughed - and just carried on, not even bothering to move back. She just did all her piss on the carpeted floor in front of the toilet, making a massive puddle.

She also liked not only to watch me piss but also holding my dick whilst I did it. One time, she was aiming my dick towards the loo, and just started aiming it around, laughing as she had me peeing all over the seat, all over the back of the toilet, and on the carpeted floor all around.

There was an occasion when we both got back to her place from the pub, both badly needing to pee. We gigglingly raced for her bathroom, seeing who could be first to the toilet. I beat her to it and soon had my dick out, pissing. She stepped out of her jeans and panties - as is her wont - and said, "Fuck this, I'm not waiting." I kind of assumed she was going to take a piss in her shower again. But instead, she just squatted right there in the open a couple of feet away, pissing on the carpet.

Inevitably, her bathroom started to smell a bit pissy, what with her carpet being peed on so often. I commented on this at one point but she just laughed, saying, "Yeah I know, but who cares! I'm not bothered." I've gotta love this dirty bitch, lol.

One time she stood astride the toilet, ignoring the fact that the lid was down - and laughingly pissed there anyway. Of course, most of her piss ended up on the carpet.

We don't always bother leaving the living room either. Clare will sometimes place a glass bowl on the living room floor and watch me stand there pissing in it every now and again. She'll piss in it too, usually squatting or semi-squatting. But a couple of times she has stood there peeing in it. On both occasions, when she started she overshot, peeing on the carpet with a giggle for a couple of seconds before adjusting her aim.

Last night we were commenting on some porn pics we'd seen featuring a girl pissing against the wall in her hotel room. I mentioned that I'd love to see Clare doing that. She responded with, "Actually I really do need a pee right now. Shall I give it a go?"

"Yeah, go on!" I encouraged.

"Alright then! Just need to find a convenient wall." She laughed. And began to take her jeans and panties off.

Next thing I knew she just strode over towards the living room wall, stood there facing it with her legs slightly apart and hips thrust forward, and started pissing! Right there against her own living room wall! Her piss was flowing down the wall onto the plush cream carpet. Was the sexiest thing I'd seen so far. This gorgeous blonde pissing right there against the wall in her own living room!

And she encouraged me to join her. So I too was soon standing beside her, dick in hand, pissing against the wall too. I couldn't believe she was doing this and letting me do it too. Was fucking awesomely sexy. There was quite a mess on the carpet by the time we'd finished.

I've really lucked in with this girl, and had to write to this magazine about the experience. Clare has read the letter already and approves.

Tony

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Dear Wet Carpet

Clare here, the "gorgeous blonde" Tony was writing about. I hope you publish both our letters. I must admit that I've become a truly dirty bitch since getting with him. Always loved peeing where I shouldn't but it was mostly fantasy before except for peeing in the sink or the shower - and a couple of times on my tiled kitchen floor which was easy to mop up afterwards. I'd love me and Tony to spend an evening just pissing on the kitchen floor whenever we need to go. Perhaps if he sees this letter, he'll agree!

Anyway, by the time Tony finished his letter and I'd read it, I actually needed another piss. And felt like I wanted to really push the envelope and be a totally dirty bitch. I hadn't bothered putting my jeans and panties back on since pissing against the wall. So I was already dressed - or rather undressed - for action, so to speak. So I just stood in the middle of the living room with my legs apart and hands on hips, and started pissing right there all over the living room carpet! Unbelievably dirty and wrong yet so fucking hot! I started swinging my hips to spray my piss over as large an area as possible. It felt so fucking good. Even more fun than pissing against the living room wall. Made a huge mess.

I still can't quite believe I actually did that! What the hell would my mother think, lol

Anyway, I then led Tony into my bedroom, where I opened a drawer full of my lingerie and got him to piss in it, lol. Loved watching him do that. I fucked his brains out afterwards.

Clare

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This one is loosely based upon a true story I once heard about....

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Jane and I am a young and, I think, attractive blonde girl in my mid-20s. I work in a fish-packing factory which is very unsexy, I know, lol.

Recently, my boyfriend - who likes having me piss on him, by the way - introduced me to this magazine. I have marvelled at some of the things some women actually do, pissing all over place, on carpets and shit. I have found it a bit of an eye-opening turn on, actually, and I admire their reckless abandon. And then there are the vids of women actually pissing all over the place in hotel rooms, and stuff. Unbelievably naughty.

Personally, I could never just piss anywhere in a hotel, let alone my own flat - or so I thought. Haven't actually done it yet but have been thinking about peeing on the bathroom floor on purpose just for fun. If my boyfriend agrees to clean it up afterwards I might do it. Maybe even the kitchen floor! That really would be outrageous, lol!

Though I suppose all that must seem pretty tame in comparison to those women here who confess to deliberately pissing all over their carpets and furniture, or all over their own beds or against the wall in this room or that. And some of these women have highly respectable jobs! Teachers, businesswomen, even a fucking policewoman! How can their homes not smell of piss? Well, then again, maybe they like that, lol.

Anyway, my boyfriend introduced me to this magazine a few months ago after something that happened in work which I told him about. I thought I'd tell you about it, because it is very bad for sure. It was my birthday, and the guys and girls at work had organised a few drinks at the factory. Quite a few actually, because we all got fairly tipsy. Why we were all stood around drinking in that fishy-smelling place instead of going to the nearest pub I shall never know. But - being birthday girl and all - I drank rather more than the others and soon needed a piss.

But the factory manager then laughingly pointed to this large open crate of fresh fish on the ground in front of the raised loading bay, waiting to be packed off and sold to the public. And he suggested that I just piss in that. Most people thought that rather funny, and several others encouraged me to do it. The general consensus was that we put up with this shitty smelly job so the public can eat their fish, and no one gives us a second thought. So fuck them! I should piss on their fish for a laugh! And after the drinks I'd had, it did seem like a rather amusing idea.

And so, I ended up squatting upon the front edge of the loading bay, over that large open crate of fresh fish, with my jeans and knickers pulled down around my knees. And amidst much laughter from my work colleagues, I did actually start pissing all over those fish. It seemed funny but also satisfying. I pissed fucking loads. But I actually got a buzz out of doing that in front of all these other men and women, all cheering me on.

When I finished, I stood up and pulled my jeans back up, and we all laughed in the knowledge that within a day or two, those pissed on fish would be on dinner plates being eaten by an unsuspecting public, lol.

I suppose that makes me a really dirty bitch, but I honestly don't give a fuck. It was fun, and no one will be any the wiser and it won't hurt anyone, so so what! The public don't give a shit about us doing this shitty job, so why should I care!

When I told my boyfriend about it, he laughed and said "Well, that's fish off the menu for the next couple of weeks, then". We both found that funny. When I admitted to getting a buzz out of it, that's when he introduced me to this magazine, which has been thoroughly opening my eyes ever since.

Jane

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Dear Wet Carpet,

A few weeks ago, I attended a party, and I feel what happened there is perfect for your magazine. Let me begin by saying I am new to this fetish, and it was because of this party that I am looking forward to enjoying myself more in the future.

The party was for my sister's birthday and was held at the home of one of her close friends. The youngest of all of us, my sister had finally reached 30. I was ahead of that by five years, and our other sister was 32. The party was girls only, so it was the three of us, my mother, and two of my sister's closest friends. At the start of the party, there was plenty of wine, games, and meaningful conversations. We talked about our husbands and children, movies, television, politics. After about an hour, though, my sister looked a little bored. I watched her whisper something to one of her friends, the hostess of the party. Her friend stood up, walked out of the room, and came back a few minutes later carrying a tray of margaritas. Of course, we all cheered and sipped happily. It was a little heavy on the tequila but still tasted delicious. I finished mine quicker than I meant to, and as I looked around I noticed that some of the other girls had, as well.

Once we had a few margaritas in our system, my sister stood up, a little carefully. "Okay, girls, we're gonna play a game." She pulled out a pink index card with a smiley face drawn on it. "I'm going to hide this card somewhere in the house. The first person to find it gets to flip the spinner and tell the number of shots everyone else had to take." She held up a small square that had a black spinner and the numbers 1-5 on it. As she did this, our hostess took out a clear bottle of vodka and laid out 6 shot glasses on the table. "The winner also gets to hide the card." My sister disappeared for a few minutes, and then came back. "Okay. Ready. Set. Go."

We all scattered through the house, splitting up to search different rooms. After about three minutes, one of my sister's friends shouted, "Got it!" We groaned and walked back into the party room. The winning friend flipped the spinner and it landed on 4. We took four shots, wincing and laughing as we did. Then she hid the card. This time, we all staggered through the house. It took a little longer, but then my other sister called out. We laughed and went back into the front room, again taking longer. Once in the room, one of my sister's friends stumbled and fell over the recliner, fell head over heels, and landed on her butt. We all laughed so hard, chuckling and cackling for at least a minute. Then, the same girl sat up and grabbed at her abdomen.

"Oh my god, I've gotta pee," she said. We laughed again as she tried to stand, but couldn't. "Seriously," she said, still giggling. "Oh, it's coming out!" Our laughter softened, but didn't stop as we saw a dark spot glisten between her legs. Her laughter had stopped, though, and she just sat still as the wet spot grew. At first I thought she was embarrassed, but as she looked up we all saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened in an unmistakable moan of relief and pleasure. It didn't last long, but the crotch of her jeans was obviously soaked and there was a noticeable wet spot on the carpet under her. "I'm so sorry," she said, looking especially at our party hostess.

"What was that?" my sister asked. "Did you... enjoy that?" The room was silent, but we were all wondering the same thing.

"I mean...," the girl mumbled, "I've had to pee for a while. I'd been holding it, and then we took shots. Vodka always makes me a little...loose. And when I couldn't hold it anymore, it just felt really good when I let go." She was blushing, but I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or something else. "I'm sorry about your carpet," she said, again looking at our hostess.

"It's okay," she said. "It's a dark carpet. In fact..." We all looked at her, confused, as she stood still. Then, we gasped in surprise as her jeans also glistened with an unmistakable flow of pee. Since she was standing, it made a wet spot in her crotch and then trailed down her pants legs. "Ohhh, I've been holding that in for too long." She sighed and the wet spot grew as a fresh flow of pee glistened between her legs. By now it was dripping off the cuffs of her jeans and dripping to the carpet. "If anyone else has to go, it's really okay with me. I'm gonna have to clean up after the party anyway."

I might have been the alcohol, but I was surprised when my own mother spoke up. "I'm an old woman with the bladder of a squirrel anyway." I felt like maybe I should be looking away, but I couldn't as my mother scooted forward to the edge of the couch, hiked up her skirt, and slipped her panties off. Just a few seconds later a steady stream of pee sprayed from between her legs and splashed onto the carpet. "Mmm, you were right," my mother said, "this does feel good." I looked at both of my sisters, who had their hands over their mouths in disbelief. She caught us looking at her as she continued to pee freely all over my sister's friend's carpet. "I'm sorry, girls," she said, "but your mother doesn't get very many chances to just let loose." She winked at us, still peeing, and I was both proud and a little grossed out. But she was right. Our father was a very proper man, who expected the same from his wife. He wasn't as strict with is, but mom was his woman who had to behave a certain way or it might reflect poorly on him.

When my mother finished, we all agreed the game was forgotten and we were more intrigued by what just happened. Our hostess and the girl who fell had removed their wet jeans and panties. Our hostess went back into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with more margaritas, her bare pussy and ass on full display. None of us cared, though. As we drank, my sister again prodded the friend who fell about whether she had enjoyed wetting herself and if it was her first time. "No," she said, hesitantly. She admitted that, although she doesn't always wet herself, she enjoys holding it for as long as she can because the inevitable release is such a rush of pleasure that sometimes she even orgasms as she pees. As she was talking, I saw my sister (the birthday girl) cross her legs and sit up. It was obvious she was squirming. My other sister was relaxing in the recliner, sipping her margarita and listening curiously. Our mother even seemed intrigued, smiling maybe at the thought of having an orgasm. I wondered sadly (and a little awkwardly) how long it had been for her.

"You know what, girls?" our hostess said, taking another sip of her margarita. "Since we already kind of christened my living room carpet, if any of you has to pee, feel free to use my carpet. Just, please, don't ruin the furniture."

"Are you serious?" my sister said. Our hostess nodded. "That's good because I'm about to explode." She sat up in the recliner and started to unfasten her jeans. "I don't want to ruin these jeans, though." She slid her jeans and panties down and took them all the way off, tossing them onto the floor beside the recliner. Then, she scooted to the edge of the chair, and it didn't take long for a heavy stream of clear urine to come gushing out of her. "Ohhhh my god," she moaned. Her steady flow splashed from between her legs and dribbled loudly onto the carpet. My sister closed her eyes and as her moans of relief became gasps, she bit her lip and it was obvious to all of us that she was having a small orgasm. "Ohhh, wow," she said, her pee still dribbling from her crotch.

"You're making me have to go again," the friend who fell said. She was still sitting on the floor and without moving she just sighed and let go as a stream of pee sprayed from between her legs and squirted directly into the soft carpet.

Movement from the couch caught my attention and I looked at the birthday girl. Her face was red and she was still crossing her legs, obviously getting more and more desperate. She was wearing a tight skirt that reached her knees, so I wondered how tough it was for her to cross her legs tight enough to keep from peeing herself. I was also finally beginning to feel pretty desperate but still not sure if I wanted to join the others. I was still an exciting mixture of grossed out and turned on. I took a big sip of my margarita and continued to watch my sister.

"What's wrong, girls?" my mother asked.

"I just...," my sister said, "I don't know. This is all just a little... different."

"Look, girls," my mother continued, "it's okay, really. This just might be our last chance to do something we've never done before. Something exciting that really feels good. I promise there won't be any kind of consequence other than you'll maybe really enjoy it. I know I did." As she said this, she scooted forward in her seat again, but this time she forgot (or maybe not) to hike up her skirt. We could hear her pee hissing as it sprayed out of her and soaked into her skirt and dribbled to the floor. "Whoopsie," she said. "But wow does that feel good. It's just spraying all over my thighs. Mmm." My mother gasped a few times and I could tell she was orgasming right in front of us. "You have to try this," she said, looking right at the birthday girl. "Your skirt is dark like mine. Just sit up, spread your legs as much as you can, and let it go." There was a long pause, and then my sister sat up. She reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. After this, though, she crossed her legs again. We all watched her, a little confused.

"Oh god, I can't hold it!" she said, and an unmistakable hissing sound filled the room. My sister gasped as a stream of pee flowed into her skirt and dribbled out the front and to the floor. The hissing was loud, and so were her gasps. "Ohhh, that feels so good. Ohh, why haven't I tried this before. Mmm. Oh, god, Mom, I'm sorry, but this is not going to be the last time I do this." My sister made eye contact with me and smiled. "You...have no idea...how great this feels." I finally knew I wanted to know. I also knew the margaritas were working their magic on me in more ways than one.

I stood up, feeling a little loopy and very naughty, as I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them and my panties to about mid-thigh. Then I closed my eyes and relaxed. Within seconds, a warm jet of pee sprayed out of me and splashed loudly into my panties and jeans. I could feel warm splashes against my thighs as I continued to pee freely. I also reached between my legs and touched myself, but all it took was a few quick flicks of my clitoris and I was gasping as I climaxed while still soaking my panties, jeans, and the carpet.

The next morning, after sobering up, my mother surprised us by admitting that it wasn't just the alcohol. She had enjoyed wetting herself and peeing on the carpet. She also agreed that the party would not be the last time she would enjoy herself that way, either. I learned later that my mother had started using the laundry room as her secret place to wet herself. Since she knew my father never went in there, she had even found a place in the corner to stand or squat over the carpet and just "let it go," as she said. My middle sister unfortunately said the party was a one-time thing for her, brought on by booze and a matter of convenience.

My baby sister, however, admitted that as soon as she got home from the party, she walked right into her bathroom, sat fully clothed on the toilet, and sprayed her pee into her panties and skirt. She said she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, afraid her husband or kids might hear. As for me, I've found a corner of my room (I'm divorced, so I live alone), and I sometimes choose to use it instead of walking to the bathroom. Sometimes I do it naked, sometimes with panties, and sometimes I squat while other times I stand. No matter what, though, I know this is just the beginning.

You'll be hearing from me again.

Jana

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Excellent contribution, Wetwulf.

That's the great thing about alcohol. It removes inhibitions whilst creating a need to pee. And next day you can just blame it on the booze.

I bet in real life quite a few naughty pissings and golden showers from those normally in denial have resulted from drinking sessions - and been blamed on the alcohol next day. :biggrin:

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Two awesomely good contributions, Peedude. Good stuff. :thumbsup:

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Susan. Currently I am an attractive middle-aged woman in my early 40s with long jet black hair, blue eyes, and a shapely figure I am rather proud of for a woman my age. And I earn very good money as a top litigation lawyer, including well known celebrities amongst my clients. I am divorced now, with a beautiful 19 year old daughter, Elisabeth, who still lives with me. She looks very much like a younger and more petite version of me, actually.

Reputation is everything to me. In pre-internet days I could never have been seen going into a sex shop and buying anything like Wet Carpet magazine, if it even existed back then. The coming of the internet has made such pleasures possible. I can buy the online version now without having to risk being seen doing so by anyone.

And I love reading the letters from other ladies talking about peeing all over the place for fun, especially the outwardly respectable ones. And I have in recent weeks often thought about that letter from Lindsay ages ago, about catching her daughter sitting naked on the edge of her bed and peeing on the carpet. And then deciding to join her in peeing there herself! You see, I have had a similar experience, and the direction it took was itself in part motivated by the memory of that letter.

But I will start at the beginning. And apologies in advance for what I know might well be quite a long letter. I do hope you still publish it.

Anyway, when very young and still living at home with my own mother, I once saw something I know I wasn't meant to see. I don't even think my mum realised I was at home. My family nick name at the time was "Sneaker" because of my habit of walking around so quietly that no one would hear me. Anyway, I had quietly walked upstairs and was walking past my mum's bedroom towards my own, noticing the door somewhat ajar. And I heard a curious hissing and splashing sound which sounded exactly like a woman pissing somewhere. So I peeped through the gap between the door and the hinge and, without being spotted myself, I saw my own mother doing something terribly naughty. Because she was squatting in front of her bed with her skirt lifted out of the way and pissing right there on her own bedroom carpet! And she was grinning as she was doing it! It was obvious even to my young mind that she was enjoying it.

Well, I watched for a few seconds, then sneaked off into my bedroom. Never stumbled upon anything like that again. Unless that was a total one off, my mum managed to be pretty discrete any other time she did it. But in the weeks and months - and years - afterwards, I often thought about what I'd seen and was fascinated by it. And some urge was ignited within me, a desire to be naughty myself. I enjoyed the very thought of it.

And so I entered a phase in my younger life where I'd occasionally enjoy peeing where I shouldn't. The bathroom and kitchen floors were fun, and easy to clean up because they were tiled. When mum, dad, or one of my brothers was home I'd sometimes just lock myself in the bathroom as if using the loo, but would piss in the sink or squat and piss in the shower instead. But the naughtiest thing I did was take a leaf out of my mum's book and pee on my own bedroom carpet. Never wanted to get caught, though, so I was careful. Typically, I would pull the wardrobe or bedside cabinet away from the wall, then squat over the carpet there and pee, before moving it back into place to hide the evidence. And I was careful to avoid doing it too often. Didn't want my room to start smelling all pissy, because mum would have been sure to ask questions then.

As I got older, though, I started to get very self-conscious and worried about my reputation and what others would think of me if people found out about such things. I began to feel real angst at the thought that I might be some kind of freak for getting a sexual buzz out of pissing on my carpet. I started over-analysing and stressing out too much, and there wasn't any internet at the time to seek out like-minded people. I feared all my friends would think me a disgusting freak if they knew about it. I started seriously guilt-tripping myself after every time I succumbed to the temptation to piss on the floor or something for fun .

So I gradually stopped doing it, repressing my desires, and pretending to myself that it had just been a phase I was going through and had now grown out of. During my university days, there was an occasional drunken relapse, like the time I'd got in from the pub - was living away from home in rented accommodation by then - and decided to just pee on my bedroom carpet beside my bed. Regretted it in the morning, but was able to blame it on the drink. Somehow it wasn't really the real, "respectable", me doing that.

Well, I left uni, entered my law career, got married, had a daughter, much later got divorced, and gradually made a name for myself career wise. My reputation in the field is itself now worth a lot in terms of my income.

In more recent years, after divorcing my husband, I began exploring my sexuality on the internet. Older and more confident - and no longer full of teenage angst - I was able to acknowledge my interest in what is called "naughty pissing" and occasionally got off on the memory of such fun in younger days. More mature by now, I was able to compartmentalise things much better, so that I could read and enjoy this magazine for a while, whilst repressing my desires and even living in denial about them the majority of the time. But I was still repressed enough to not even contemplate - as a mature and respectable adult woman - pissing anywhere other than the toilet myself. Reading about it for fun was one thing. Doing it in my own home was quite another.

That letter from Lindsay in which she confessed to walking in on her naked daughter pissing on the carpet, before stripping off and joining her in pissing there herself, pressed all the right buttons for me. With my memories of what I'd seen my mum doing, and the times I'd peed on my own bedroom carpet, the notion of a respectable woman and mother - like I am now - catching her daughter doing that and just joining in really kind of did it for me.

It never actually crossed my mind, though, that my own daughter, Elisabeth, might be any kind of piss freak. Until I did what Lindsay did and walked in on something wholly unexpected, that is.

You see, I'd just gotten home early with some news about a great job offer for Elisabeth. A dead certainty and very well paid which I'd pulled quite a few strings to get set up for her. I bounded up the stairs towards her bedroom - I still tend to be very quiet because I obviously wasn't heard - and I barged into her room, too eager to share my exciting news to think about knocking first. And I was stunned by what I saw.

Because there was Elisabeth, totally naked, and squatting in the corner of her bedroom, pissing right there on the carpet - the very expensive carpet that I had paid for! And the expression on her face was one of obvious delight - for a second, until it fully registered that she'd been caught in the act by her mother. Then her expression turned to one of horror and shame, as she stopped pissing almost immediately. She looked like a rabbit caught in headlights and didn't know what to say.

I myself now know how Lindsay must have felt, because I reacted in pretty much the same way, shocked into speechlessness at first, then anger rising at the sight of that expensive carpet being ruined so deliberately. "Elisabeth, what the fuck are you doing pissing on that carpet! It cost me a fucking fortune! And why? There's a perfectly good toilet out there!" I pointed in the general direction of the bathroom.

Elisabeth was too stunned and embarassed to really be able to formulate any words in response. And she was still squatting motionless over the damp carpet, too dumbstruck to think of getting up. I began to go off into full on rant mode.....

"So you think it's ok to just piss wherever the fuck you like do you? All over my expensive carpets? What else did you have in mind? Pissing with fuck all on all over the living room sofa? Or the dining room table? All over my fucking bed, perhaps?"

"Mum, I.....I....". Elisabeth was unable to formulate an effective response.

I was about to really go off on one, until it hit me. I used to piss on my bedroom carpet too when I was her age and even younger! And the letter from Lindsay suddenly came back to me, so that I realised all at once the almost comical similarities in the situation and in my own reaction to it. My anger fell away, replaced by amusement. I smiled and chuckled, which confused Elisabeth no end.

I thought to myself, well, why not just let her have her fun? Is it really such a big deal? After all, I did it all those years ago and turned out all right in the end.

I smiled benevolently at her. "Sorry, Elisabeth, I really shouldn't be giving you such a hard time about this. I am a woman of the world and know that some people find it fun to do things like this. And it is your bedroom after all. And the truth is, I'd rather you enjoyed yourself like this than risk getting pregnant by some guy with an eight inch dick and a one inch conscience."

A brief flicker of a grin flashed across Elisabeth's face at my attempt at light hearted humour.

I added, "So if you want to go ahead and finish pissing there, feel free."

Elisabeth was clearly dumbstruck by what must have seemed my wholly inexplicable change in attitude. So - inwardly amused at the similarities with the Lindsay and Maeby experience - I felt that some explanation was necessary.

"Ok, darling, I was angry at first, I admit, because that was mostly shock and surprise. I never imagined I'd walk in here and find you with nothing on and pissing on the carpet. But I'll let you into a secret. I used to do stuff like that when I was your age too."

Her eyes widened, "You did?"

"Sure. Was a little more discreet, though. I didn't do it openly in the corner like you. I used to move the wardrobe and do it there, then cover it up again."

Elisabeth tentatively smiled, "I've done that before."

I raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Really?"

Chuckling, I added, "When my mum wasn't around I sometimes used to piss all over the bathroom and even the kitchen floors and just mop it up afterwards."

Elisabeth's eyes widened, then narrowed in suspicion as sudden doubts flooded in. "Mum, are you winding me up or trying to take the piss? I can't imagine you doing things like that."

I was very much aware of how Lindsay reacted to such incredulity from Maeby, by joining her in pissing on the carpet. Amazed and inwardly amused at how much this situation seemed to be following the same script, and feeling the kind of buzz I'd not felt in years as this thought formed into words, I said, "Don't believe me? Maybe I'll just prove it to you by pissing right here on the carpet myself."

The very thought of doing that was massively turning me on right then, with an intensity I'd forgotten.

Elisabeth's eyes widened. "There's no way you'd ever do that, mum!"

"Wanna bet?" As I said this I reached up under the business skirt I was still wearing and pulled down my panties, allowing them to drop to my ankles before kicking them aside. Then I lifted the back of my skirt to expose my shapely ass as I lowered myself into a squat right there in the middle of the room.

I flashed another grin at Elisabeth whose eyes were now utterly wide with disbelief. "Still don't believe me?"

"Mum, you can't be fucking serious!"

"Why not? I haven't done this for years, but can remember how much fun it was. Feel free to finish your own pee, by the way."

I suppose, as one final excuse to myself, I was inviting her to start going again to make it easier for me, because there was still a part of me wondering if I should be doing this at all. But Elisabeth was still just squatting there without peeing, and I knew that I wanted to do this so badly now. "Well, Elisabeth darling, whether you go or not makes no difference to me anymore, because I'm going to piss here anyway."

And with that, the floodgates opened. A sudden loud hissing sound filled the room, along with the sound of my golden-coloured pee splashing down onto the carpet. And I actually hadn't been all day so this promised to be a very long and enjoyable piss. I flashed another grin at Elisabeth who could clearly barely believe what she was seeing. "Now do you believe me?" I laughed.

Elisabeth herself then started pissing again, two yellow torrents now loudly splashing down onto increasingly sodden and saturated patches of carpet. Because she'd already half emptied her bladder when I had interrupted her, Elisabeth finished well before me, but I just carried on pissing on my own until I was done. By then there was a massive wet patch right in the middle of Elisabeth's bedroom carpet.

I stood then, allowing my skirt to drop back into place.

My daughter too finally stood, albeit herself still naked. "Mum, I can't believe you just did that."

I laughed. "I know. I haven't done that for years. I forgot how much fun it can be."

Elisabeth laughed, now totally at ease. So mission accomplished on that front.

Anyway, we have both agreed that this must be our secret. No one else must ever know about it - except the good readers here of course who don't know our full identities anyway.

Susan

[wetwulf 3,183]

Oh, I definitely want to hear more from Susan and Elizabeth. That was hot stuff! Keep them coming!

[steve25805 121,109]

Dear Wet Carpet

Susan again, the middled aged, respectable lady with a respectable job in law, who decided to join my daughter in pissing all over her carpet for fun. And it really was fun, too! I must admit that it opened my eyes. As a mature and respectable (lol), financially successful lady, just pissing on the carpet seems even naughtier - and therefore sexier - than when I was young. It really is so bad, which makes it feel so good. A couple of times since then I have deliberately peed on the carpet in my own bedroom right beside my bed - and after each occasion I felt the need to bring myself off.

A part of me still feels that doing this is just so wrong, but it's just too much fun. And that febreeze stuff is fantastic. Although my carpet feels quite damp beside my bed, my bedroom still smells very fresh.

Curiosity has led me into sneaking into Elisabeth's room a few times when she has not been home, looking for tell tale signs of naughty pissings. And yes, I have found new wet patches - and some febreeze on the windowsill. And her room too smells as fresh as a spring morning. Whoever invented that febreeze stuff deserves a medal.

But, there has been an awkwardness between Elisabeth and I, nether of us feeling quite sure how to react to one another, whether to carry on as usual as if nothing ever happened, or openly acknowledge and feel free to mention it. I felt that the air needed clearing somewhat, so I got a couple of DVD's - romantic comedies which she loves - and several bottles of champagne - which she loves too - and suggested a relaxing evening together. This beginning of avoiding each other out of embarrassment was something I wanted to nip in the bud. I didn't want this new awareness of each other's mutual interests to become a barrier between us. Ice needed to be broken, I felt. And alcohol is often good for lubricating the breaking of ice.

Initially, Elisabeth was hesitant, clearly searching her mind for an excuse to avoid such an evening together. But unable to think of one quickly enough, she forced a smile and agreed.

I had to make this work, because we couldn't unknow what we knew, or undo what we did together all over her bedroom carpet.

So last evening we sipped champagne whilst engaging in slightly awkward small talk as we watched the first DVD. But the champagne did at last start doing the trick. We both loosened up and began talking freely. The elephant in the room ceased to be something unmentionable. We actually started talking about what happened and how we felt about it. Seemed it was - insofar as we could pin it down at all - the sheer naughtiness of just pissing anywhere that did it for both of us. I told her about the time I saw my own mother - Elisabeth's gran - pissing on her bedroom carpet.

Her eyes widened at this. "No way! My gran did that?"

"Yes", I laughed. "And she doesn't even know I know about it."

Elisabeth laughed at this, adding, "She sure doesn't know I know about now either. I guess this pissing on carpets kink must run in the family."

We both thought this highly amusing. And as we laughed I felt inwardly at ease. Mission accomplished. Ice well and truly broken.

I soon admitted that I'd peed on my own bedroom carpet a couple of times since doing it on hers, after which the chat digressed for a bit into how awesomely effective febreeze is at removing any potential pissy smells.

Then I ended up introducing her to Wet Carpet magazine, the online version, showing her my first letter. She giggled "Mum, fancy writing all that about us."

"Oh, it's fun writing about it. Maybe you should write into it sometime. I subscribe to it online but you can access it for yourself from me anytime you like. I use a special password for it that I'll share with you."

I gave her the password.

"Thanks mum."

As we drank more champagne and read more letters at random from the magazine, we both became quite tipsy , and a little bit giggly. It really was very pleasant being able to share this with Elisabeth. She chuckled, "Some of those women in there, pissing against walls and on their own beds, or letting guys piss in their bedrooms. Just fucking outrageous........but totally awesome."

Of course, what with the champagne and all, I pretty much soon needed a pee. And no way was I going to be so boring as to go upstairs to the toilet. Not now. So I just matter of factly mentioned that I needed to pee, then said something like, "I don't think I'll bother going all the way upstairs to the toilet."

I flashed a grin at Elisabeth whilst pointing down to the carpeted floor in the middle of the living room. "I think I'll just piss here."

She grinned. "Really mum? Right there on the living room carpet?"

"Why not? It's a lot easier. More fun too", I laughed.

She smiled. "Go on then. I need to pee too in a minute anyway."

And so I stepped out of my jeans and panties and - naked from the waist down - just squatted in the middle of the living room. And then I was pissing, flooding the carpet with my golden torrent, relishing the loud hissing and splashing sounds I was making.

In mid-flow, Elisabeth joked, "At this rate, mother, within a couple of months you'll be as bad as some of those women in that magazine, pissing all over the place. Pissy walls, beds, and furniture everywhere. "

I laughed, "Oooh, don't give me ideas." My yellow piss was still splashing down onto the carpet with no sign of abating.

Elisabeth chuckled, "Mum, you must having been saving that up all fucking day! You're pissing loads!"

I did eventually finish pissing, but by then there was a massive puddle on the carpet, The carpet in the centre of that puddle was so saturated that a mini-lake of fresh hot piss lay upon it, only slowly soaking into it.

"Mum, that looked awesome."

"Well yes, I did actually very much enjoy that."

Elisabeth then revealed, "I need to pee as well." She flashed a grin in my direction, whilst pointing against the wall beside the sofa. "Shall I do what some of those women in that magazine do? And just stand there pissing against the wall?"

"Elisabeth! Can you actually pee standing up?"

"Don't know. Never tried it before. But I'll give it a good go!" She was already stepping out of her own jeans and knickers in preparation.

A small part of me still felt that this was going too far, that I shouldn't even be allowing - let alone encouraging - such behaviour. But a much bigger part of me just wanted to encourage her to be as outrageously naughty as possible. So I found myself egging her on, laughingly encouraging her to do it.

And soon she was standing facing the wall, her hips thrust forwards as she laughingly sprayed her golden piss against the expensive wallpaper . She gyrated her hips slowly to spray a large area of the wall. Rivulets of yellow pee were flowing down the wall onto the carpet at it's base.

I commented, "I can't believe that I'm here letting my own daughter deliberately piss against the living room wall!"

"You're lucky I'm not pissing all over the sofa!" she laughed.

"Oh, I wouldn't put that past you either." I smirked at my own comment as Elisabeth's piss continued splashing against the wall.

"Really mother? Ok, then, watch this!"

And in mid flow, piss still spraying out of her muff, she turned 90 degrees so that she was facing the sofa. And was now gleefully pissing all over it from the side.

"Elisabeth, that's gross!" I laughed. But she just carried on spraying the sofa with piss until she was done.

Well, once her bladder was empty, we carried on with the champagne until we'd finished it. Things got a little bit hazy in the memory from here, but we read some more letters in Wet Carpet and discussed various random pissy things. We did both need to pee again before bed though. This time - I can hardly believe that it was me who suggested this - we both squatted together upon the dining room table, pissing all over it. Piss was soon pouring off the sides onto the carpet below. Great fun.

When alone in bed, I seriously had to rub one out before crashing out.

Susan

[steve25805 121,109]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Jane, and I am a serving UK police officer working in the Bristol area. I am also a married woman in my early 30s - no kids as yet. I have also only very recently discovered this magazine and have hugely enjoyed reading the back catalogue of reader's letters. I really never knew that there were so many women out there who get their jollies from pissing everywhere. And that is a revelation to me in itself, because in my job I thought I was familiar with the seedier side of life.

Well, recent developments in my job - which kind of spilled over into my private life - led me into exploring the internet in a new direction - a direction that led me to Wet Carpet magazine. But I will start at the beginning.

You see, in my job, the often tedious task of viewing countless videos looking for and/or logging evidence often falls to lowly PCs or WPCs like myself. It includes a lot of boring CCTV footage, as well as porn videos. Some of the latter can be well shocking and highly disturbing. Someone, after all, has to do the appalling job of looking at these paedo porn vids, to build a case against those monsters so we can put the scum behind bars. It's not an easy thing to look at.

But it's not all bad. The other day I and a couple of other PCs had the job of viewing a number of vids seized from some guy being prosecuted for obscenity. We rarely go after the adult porn stuff anymore unless it is really extreme. We cannot get convictions otherwise. Well this stuff featured some incredibly gruesome hardcore S&M stuff. Will spare you the details, but my superiors took a very dim view of this and decided to build a case. This stuff was pretty unpleasant to look at too.

But there was other stuff to trawl through, including a couple of vids featuring a blonde woman just pissing all over the carpets, beds, and furniture in what looked like hotel rooms. This was likely to prove useful in a case because the jury might also take a dim view of such wilful property damage. And yet, this stuff was actually doing it for me! It was turning me on! I got a real kick out of watching some naked blonde girl semi-squatting in front of her bed and pissing on the hotel room carpet. And I enjoyed watching scenes where she was squatting and peeing on the bed, pissing against the wall, peeing in an armchair, all over the en suite bathroom floor, and so on.

I soon forgot all the obnoxious stuff I'd seen - long since learned to do that - but couldn't get these pissing scenes out of my mind. And I felt an almost palpable feeling of jealousy towards the blonde girl in the vids who clearly enjoyed what she was doing.

Well, I share everything with my husband, offloading onto him all the shittier details of the stuff my job leads me to. When I got home from that particular shift, though, I found myself telling him about the pissing videos, and how unexpectedly much they'd turned me on. And he admitted that the idea of it floated his boat too.

Well, I'd arrived home in need of a pee, as I am wont to do, so he just pointed towards the floor in the middle of the living room and suggested that I just pee there. And, the notion of just doing it right there on our own living room carpet sent an immediate frisson of excitement through me. A part of me really wanted to do it. But I am a very practical person who had qualms about what it would mean, so I reacted with, "I can't do that! What about the mess?"

"What about it? We can worry about that afterwards. Besides, I'll clean it up for you so you won't even have to worry about it."

"I really do need to go so it'll be a massive puddle. How the fuck are you going to clean that up?" I laughed.

"I'll worry about that afterwards. Right now I really just want to see you do it."

Grinning, I decided to go ahead. I really wanted to be a dirty bitch like that blonde woman in the vid so much. So I reached up under my skirt and removed my knickers, then squatted in the middle of the living room with the back of my skirt lifted above my ass. And I was already getting off on the idea that I - a respected serving policewoman - was about to piss right there on my living room carpet on purpose just for fun!

Then I started pissing, a loud hissing sound advertising the fullness of my bladder, as my yellow piss pattered down onto the carpet. I peed for ages as well, creating a very large puddle and soaking the fabric of the carpet. I was so fucking turned on that I got my hubby to fuck me immediately afterwards - right there on the pissy carpet, lol.

Thinking about it now as I write this letter, I still can't believe that I actually did that - deliberately pissing on the living room carpet! Just so fucking wrong, lol. But I guess that's part of the attraction.

Jane

[steve25805 121,109]

This letter is Sophie's original true story about the time her husband filmed her pissing on her kitchen floor, re-edited slightly by me - with her full approval - as a letter to this magazine.

Here is a link to her original true story......

http://peefans.com/threads/making-my-first-pee-video-kitchen-floor.4507/

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sophie. I am a teaching assistant in my mid-20s. I have recently enjoyed an experience I would very much like to share with this magazine.

One interest of mine, a fantasy I guess, was to be recorded on camera while peeing. Not just any old video though, like me sat on the toilet or some quick roadside relief. I wanted it to be special. I decided to make a video of myself peeing on my kitchen floor, just like the girls in videos online. There was one problem, I am terribly pee shy when on camera! This story continues from four failed attempts where I just became really frustrated, and one time where I started peeing as soon as the camera was put away. I managed the peeing on the kitchen floor part, and the camera part, I just needed to put them both together.

I discussed what I wanted to do on a pee forum I am a member of, and the amazing people there helped me with various suggestions. I do a little bit of modelling now and then for a friend, nothing serious and almost never published but it’s fun and I help her with her clothing designs in the process so all is good. It was suggested that I treat it like another photo shoot, instead of a pee video.

I drank plenty of water and let it work its way through my body before getting changed into something a little sexier. Skinny jeans and a hoody just weren’t going to cut it. I stripped naked and put on a sexy pair of pink lace knickers and matching bra underneath a short black skirt and tight white blouse. To finish my outfit I put on some white knee high socks, my blonde hair tied back into a ponytail.

I went back downstairs to the kitchen and my husband set up the camera. Immediately I become really shy, partly because of the camera and partly because I knew what was coming up. When everything was ready I remembered another piece of advice from the pee forum, and began slowly undressing. The longer I spent in front of the camera the easier it would become. First to come off was my blouse, I slowly unbuttoned it, smiling at the camera as I gradually revealed more of myself, my bra occasionally being shown as I moved away the cotton. I threw it in the corner and turned around, swaying my hips while I unclasped my bra, looking over my shoulder as I let it fall to the floor. Turning around again with my hands covering my breasts I walked to the camera, one foot directly in front of the other, a huge grin on my face. I was really getting into it. I let my hands drop and paused for a few seconds before turning around and walking away from the camera again, being sure to sway my hips some more for good measure. Suddenly I bent forward, allowing the camera to see up my skirt and the underwear underneath, my hands caressing legs, working their way up my skirt as I stood again and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers. I glanced at the camera briefly before bending over again, pulling down my underwear at the same time, kicking it into the corner. I was now in nothing but my skirt and socks. I turned around once more and took a deep breath, it was showtime.

I crouched down with my feet apart and knees together, lifting my skirt out of the way around my waist at the same time. Straight away my need to pee increased dramatically and I just knew this was going to be the one. I was finally going to have a wee, on camera, on my kitchen floor. I tried to relax, smiling innocently at the camera but it was no good, I was still too shy. The sheer excitement wasn’t helping either! I was a little frustrated by it but didn’t let it bother me and started talking to my husband, just about everyday stuff. We was talking for around two minutes when without any warning at all I began peeing heavily onto the floor with a faint hiss. There wasn’t even the feeling of my stream about to start. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in relief as pee jetted out of me, creating a puddle between my feet. I had a coy smile on my face as it grew larger, I was so happy about finally managing to have a wee on camera. The pressure quickly dipped and I continued a steady stream onto the kitchen floor, I bit my lip and giggled, enjoying the naughty thrill. My stream was showing no signs of ending and I was loving it, I knew I had a lot of water but this was crazy! I went for about 45 seconds before it slowed to a dribble, I was finally done. I stayed squatted in my little pee lake, waiting for the dribbles and drips to stop and my husband paused the recording, putting down the camera. I wasted no time waiting to push him onto the sofa to take care of another need, the clean up could wait....

Sophie

[steve25805 121,109]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Beverly. I am a 40 year old, but still very shapely and attractive, black American lady with a great butt from New York.

Thing is, I have long noticed that there doesn't seem to be many black ladies into peeing, least I have never met any. Nor men either. I once knew a guy who loved to have me pee all over him, but he was white! I got to experience his white dick pissing all over my tits and butt too. But he turned out to be married, which I never knew until his daughter showed up, calling be a slut and a whore and telling me to leave her daddy alone! Like, what? I never even knew the guy was married. HE lied to ME about that! But she wasn't ready to hear that her daddy was the guilty one. And so I thought, "I don't need this shit." And I kicked him to the kerb right away.

Pity though. I used to like having him piss on me, and I LOVED taking a piss in that dude's face, lol. And feeling his tongue do it's work whilst I peed was fucking awesome.

Anyway, apart from him, all my peeing fun has been strictly lonesome. I got into the habit of being a real freaky bitch, taking a piss on my kitchen floor for the hell of it, and shit like that. I'd have to clean it up afterwards, and sometimes felt real guilty about it. I mean, I thought I was some kind of dirty ass freak or something. When I got acquainted with the internet, the guilt tripping eased up. I found places with people into golden showers and all that shit. And I also found people interested in peeing in naughty places. They were all mostly white, though. Seemed to me that it was mostly a whitey thing to be interested in peeing all over the place. I sometimes found myself wondering if lots of white people regularly took a piss wherever the hell they liked in their own homes just for freaky kicks. I didn't really know too many white people myself - living in a black neighbourhood and all - so knew no better.

Sometimes I regretted that more black people weren't interested in this stuff, and wondered if I was some kind of freak. It was therefore very reassuring when I found some clips being sold online featuring a black lady who was into pissing on carpets and shit, both in her own home and in store changing rooms and places like that. I managed to contact her, identifying myself as a black lady with issues about my peeing interests. And it emerged that I wasn't the only black lady into this shit. She herself admitted that she didn't just make those clips for the money, but got a serious buzz out of it. And she knew other black ladies - and men - into it too.

I found all this greatly reassuring. Also, through her, I began to develop a thing about wanting to pee on the carpet or the bed or the furniture. I wanted to be really dirty. I wanted to be a total freak, pissing all over the place for kicks. But of course, I have guests and visitors, so couldn't really go around peeing wherever the hell I wanted. Tiled floors like in the kitchen were fine. They were easy to mop up afterwards. But the carpets? Or the sofa? I loved the idea of it, but couldn't really do it for real. Yet a part of me so wanted to. Sometimes I would bring myself off whilst just imagining taking a piss on the carpet.

One time I was actually squatting naked in my living room, getting off on the idea of just peeing right there on the carpet, enjoying the notion of actually doing it, considering just taking a long piss right there. But I thought of my family and others visiting, and decided that I couldn't.

It was the black lady who sold pee clips online who gave me the best idea ever. A pee room! Basically a room in my house, closed to all visitors, just there for me to take a piss in whenever I felt like it, with the rest of my place being kept spotless. I thought this was a great idea.

So a couple of years ago I rearranged my house, with the "pee room" containing a sofa, a couple of armchairs, a coffee table, fine wallpaper, a plush carpeted floor, and with a single bed in the corner. And whenever I felt like peeing someplace, I'd go in there and just take a piss on the carpet or the furniture, or something like that.

For a long while, I'd attempt to clean up afterwards, but it was always a major hassle and eventually I thought to myself, "Why bother?" After all, I only went in there to pee. And when I was done, I had no interest in the room until the next time I felt freaky enough to pee in there again. So I stopped bothering to clean it up. Who cares if the room smells a bit pissy? Which it does in all truth! No one else ever goes in there. And I only go in there to pee and then I leave right away afterwards.

Sometimes, I might go a couple of weeks without taking a piss in there. Other times I might do it several times a day for several days in succession. Occasionally too I still do dirty ass shit like take a piss on the kitchen or bathroom floor, which has to be cleaned up afterwards. But most times, when I want to pee and feel like getting freaky, I just piss in my pee room. I've peed just about everywhere in there. Squatting or standing, I have peed all over the carpet many times. There genuinely isn't an inch of that carpet that hasn't been peed all over. I've peed all over the sofa and the armchairs - countless times - and frequently got up and peed on the bed. I've peed all over the coffee table and stood peeing against the walls. Man, I can't believe what a freaky bitch I am sometimes. And every time I pee in there I just walk away and leave it there afterwards, forgetting about it until the next time I go in there to pee.

Well, I don't always forget about it. Sometimes I get myself off by thinking about my piss all over the place in there.

I've never met the black lady who sells the clips in real life, but have let it be known that if she ever finds herself in my neighbourhood, she's welcome to look me up. I'd be more than happy - indeed would be very eager - to let her piss wherever the hell she likes in my pee room.

Beverly

[steve25805 121,109]

The following "letter" is in part inspired by a true tale told elsewhere by CrissyP about a truth or dare session in her college days, during which one girl was dared to take a shit on the floor in front of all the other people present, and did so! Amidst much hilarity, it seems. The characters here though are entirely fictional, and certainly not in any way based upon CrissyP herself, or any other member here. And the primary focus here is obviously also going to be pissing......

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Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Abigail, now in my 30s. I like to read the letters in this magazine sometimes. Some of the confessions in here are outrageous, lol. When I am in the mood I also sometimes like to look at porn pics or vids of other women just peeing some place. Not really sure why. You see, I am totally straight, yet when it comes to peeing I strangely find it more erotic to see a girl doing it than a guy. I tend not to follow most of your contributors' examples myself, though. I don't piss all around my own house, for example. For one thing, I now have a husband and two young children living with me, and just pissing everywhere around my own home when they live here too is not something I feel I should be doing.

Occasionally, I may fantasise about pissing somewhere outrageous when I want to get myself off, and frequently read the letters here for inspiration. But it's always been more fantasy than reality for me most of the time. Never peed on anyone's carpet, and certainly not my own!

Well, that's not totally true actually! One time when living briefly in this cheap flat just after I left college, I did once enjoy a piss on the carpet beside the bed. It was just something I felt a random desire to do at the time It felt exhilarating. And I once peed on an ex's bed mainly as an act of revenge, because he'd dumped me for the girl he'd been screwing behind my back as soon as I found out about it. Apart from this, the only time I ever peed anywhere naughty was also back before I met my husband, when I picked up this guy who wanted me to pee on him in the bath. That was fun as well. There is something very liberating about just pissing all over someone. But it was a one off that I like to remember sometimes, and not something I ever did again. You see, I like this kind of thing, but mostly as a spectator. In terms of doing it I can take it or leave it. Had I ever met and married some guy into that kind of thing, I have the potential to have been one of the dirtiest bitches on the planet, lol. I'd have been willing to pee just about anywhere, probably. But my husband isn't into it at all.

But the main reason I wrote was to tell you about something really funny that happened back in my college days.

A group of us were having a few drinks at some girl's place and we were playing truth or dare. And some of the truths and dares were outrageous. One girl who needed a piss and had just accepted a dare - Sally her name was - was dared by some guy to just piss right there on the hardwood floor! The rest of us found the idea outrageously funny - including the girl whose floor it was - and just egged her on. And she totally fucking did it! She strode over to the corner of the room, turned to face us, and lowered her jeans and knickers to her knees as she popped a squat. And then she just started pissing! Right there all over the floor right in front of us all! It was fucking hilarious. She peed for ages as well, making a massive puddle.

And that wasn't all. Even though she'd completed the dare, someone dared her to take a shit on the floor too, and she fucking did! Right there in front of us as we all laughed! Funny as hell, but kind of hot too. Watching another girl doing something so openly which is normally done only in private in locked bathrooms on toilets - and grinning whilst she did it and we all laughed - was actually pressing some of my buttons. To this day, I often run the memory of this incident through my mind in private moments whilst masturbating.

I still keep in touch with Sally today. Like me, she's now a married woman with kids. And she works as a teacher at the local comprehensive, regularly also attending church with her husband on Sundays. She is in fact a highly respectable and much respected woman, a pillar of the community, lol. We never even refer to that truth or dare incident in our college days anymore. But I do sometimes smile to myself at the memory of this respectable pillar of the community once taking a piss and a shit on some other girl's floor in front of us all just for a dare - and for a laugh.

Abigail